Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 133: Incarnation

When Lamu faced Rajet’s body, his thinking was unusually clear. Fate made a bad joke with him, tearing away all the goodness and dreams he had once again. Shattered. Lamu's spirit was almost on the verge of collapse. After leaving the police station that day, he once thought of suicide, followed his friends, and escaped from this painful world.

Rajet's death made him realize the fact that he has lost the shelter of the Hudson's house and he will become the untouchable Lamu who was trampled on the street again. Even if he has mastered advanced scientific knowledge and learned the social etiquette of the upper class, in this caste-conscious society, he is still a Dalit untouchable that people are afraid to avoid.

Lamu did not have an identity document. At that time, a Dalit was born or died without any record at the police station. The police station will not waste manpower and material resources. They will be registered for a Dalit. Excluding social life, they can only do the dirtiest and humble jobs, without any identification. Few Dalits dared to pretend to be a high caste, because once they are found out, what awaits them will be the cruelest lynching, and Dalits are also easily discerned because they have no opportunity to receive education. These have long become unwritten regulations in India, and Hudson can do nothing about it.

After Rajet's death, all Lamu's net worth was left with dozens of rubles in banknotes. This was the wages that Colonel Fox gave him, and he still had time to deposit it in the bank. All the savings in the family are now stored in Rajit’s bank account, which is almost six hundred pounds, but there is no identification. Ramu even has an Anna (At that time, the Indian currency was in hexadecimal system, and one rupee was equal to sixteen Anna.) Can not be taken out.

Without Rajet’s guarantee, he could no longer go to work in the spice shop. Once the landlord was notified of his identity, he would be kicked out of the apartment immediately. Rajet’s British citizenship had previously been used as a cover. The landlord I always thought he was a young man from the Vaishya caste who rented with Hudson. Lamu found that although the world is big, there is hardly a place for him to live.

If he obeyed his fate, then he should return to the dirty and run-down Dalit community and do a lowly job with other Dalits. If he works well, maybe he can still marry a wife and have children there and breed the next generation of Dalits. If you are lucky, he will die in a shack, which is quite rare in Dalits. Then he will be dragged to a wilderness or cremated by a ditch, and he will be more likely to expose his body to the wild like other Dalits and become a wild dog. Our source of protein.

But Lamu is not prepared to succumb to the cruel reality, because he has seen hope, and only one step away, he can go to a country where there is no need to divide the ranks of the caste with his close friends.

Lamu decided to change this unfair destiny with his own wisdom and hands. No matter whether he succeeds or not, at least he has made efforts.

Before acting, he has one last job to complete, which is to hold a funeral for his friend. But he was just a lowly Dalit, and he was not qualified to hold a funeral at all. Because of fear of offending believers of high caste, priests would not even dare to let him enter the church.

After being adopted by Hudson, Lamu never did anything that violated the law, but reality forced him to return to his old business again and pick up the skills he learned from the streets. Lamu stole a truck in the Karachi wharf area, and then used his few dozen rupees to buy a cheap coffin at the coffin shop. Finally, he went to the police station and retrieved the body of his best friend.

Lamu drove back to Hyderabad overnight, and then took advantage of the darkness to bury Rajet next to the old Mr. Hudson’s grave. Lamu couldn’t afford a tombstone, so he bought his favorite silver bracelet, which was the birthday gift given to him by Hudson, and it was also the first gift that Lamu received in his life. It was buried in front of Rajet’s grave. , This is the only way he can express his sadness and longing at the moment, which means that his heart will always be with his friends.

After the burial of his best friend, Lamu quietly left the cemetery. He forced himself not to look back, and vowed that one day he would return here and build a real grave for his best friend, erect a beautiful tombstone, all carved in marble I believe Rajet will like it.

"He sold the stolen truck and ran to the northern state of Rajasthan with the money, where he joined a criminal gang of low-caste criminals, mainly against some high-caste criminals. The landlord cheated. Lamu is the man they lack. His appearance is the best disguise by nature." Jurgen picked up the coffee pot and filled the cup with coffee.

"How did these people do?" Randolph put a sugar cube into the coffee.

"They used fake jewellery and bank securities as collateral, and borrowed from those ignorant landlords. A high-caste child from Delhi lost his cash when he was traveling, leaving only some of his pocketbooks. He was willing to use these finances as collateral for the jewelry and bank bonds he carried, only in exchange for two-thirds of the value of loans, and at the same time he was willing to pay high profits. Those greedy landlords had little doubt and immediately took out the big money. Pen cash." Jurgen took a sip from his coffee cup.

"Lamu's appearance is suitable to impersonate the noble children of the high caste. Other gang members pretend to be housekeepers and servants, but they have defrauded a large sum of money in more than half a year. The case value is said to be more than 200,000. Rupee. I have asked my comrades in India to verify this. Rajasthan is still offering a high reward for this scam group." The SS major turned a page of documents.

"Lamu became a member of a criminal organization, but because the occupation time was too short and his status in the organization was not high, he did not receive too much money, but it was enough for him to complete the next plan."

"Is he going to get into the British army from the beginning?" Randolph asked in surprise.

"It is true. After he buried his friend, he began to plan this plan. He was going to pretend to be a friend and live under the name of Rajet Henderson. This was his departure from Dali. The only way to have a special surname. He even wants to bear this name and become a member of the British upper class, so as to comfort the adoption of his Hudson Master." Jurgen said here, his face showed a trace of emotion.

"I think I can understand what he thinks." Jurgen touched his nose.

"I can't understand the thoughts of these Indians at all. To **** the caste system is really disgusting." Randolph scolded a rare swear word.

Historically, the German Nazis did not have any opinion on the Indian caste system, because the ruling class, that is, those high castes, have Aryan ancestry. In Hitler's view, they are their own people, and oppressing inferior nations is the natural power of the Aryans. . In the view of the Nazis, only Aryans were the best race, and they were born to lead other races.

(There have always been two kinds of comments on the Internet. One said that Hitler admired the Chinese nation very much, so he gave a lot of aid to China. The other held the opposite view, saying that the Nazis regarded the Chinese as inferior nations, and they dragged it all. To make soap. Both of these arguments are actually wrong. In fact, Hitler didn’t have much idea of ​​the Chinese in his mind. In his opinion, China is too far away to infringe on the living space of the Germanic nation. In his opinion In the discussion, Chinese and black people were often put together. This was a common view in Europe at the time. You must know that the United States was still implementing apartheid and Chinese exclusion laws at that time, and it had to wait until the Pacific War broke out because of political reasons. Propaganda needs, the United States has improved the social status of some Chinese in the United States-author's words)

"He has been paying the rent of the apartment continuously to keep the belongings of Hudson's house. It contains all the identity documents of Hudson and his son, as well as personal notes and records, which can make him better play Raj. The role of T. Hudson. But ID documents often need to be changed. Once you go to the police station to register, Lamu’s identity will definitely be exposed, so he remembered a story told to him by the retired British colonel.

An interesting incident happened in the Anglo-Indian army commanded by the colonel. An army captain was accused of being a wanted fugitive in Britain. It was later proved that what the informant said was true. After the captain fled from Britain to India, he bought a fake identity with money and then got into the British colonial army. At that time, the British army was busy suppressing the uprisings in the Indian tribes. This fugitive man was the first to take the lead on the battlefield. IndoMTL.com~ established outstanding merits, so he was promoted smoothly and eventually became a captain, commanding An elite colonial cavalry. "Jurgen refilled a cup of coffee again.

"So he was going to copy the captain's doffer and pushed the sugar bowl to Jurgen.

"Thank you, lieutenant colonel. You are right. This is indeed a good way to conceal his identity. The army will prepare a full set of certificates for him. When the service expires, he will be completely transformed into Rajet Harder. Sen. At that time, he only needed to go to the British mainland, no one would doubt the identity of a retired veteran." Juergen said with a curled mouth.

"It's a smart idea. It might work in the British army, but in our Germany..."

"He will be arrested at the conscription office. The Gestapo takes this kind of case very seriously. We usually deal with such people as spies. You know our efficiency is very high." Juergen smiled.

"I have always admired the efficiency of the Gestapo." Randolph nodded in agreement.

"Thank you. Although I have left the Gestapo, I am still proud of my work experience there." Jurgen leaned slightly to thank him.

"Well, let's talk about the investigation of this incident. What is your current conclusion." Randolph asked seriously, setting his posture.

"The complexity of the case is beyond our imagination. It is completely different from what we should judge. The encounter between Horn and Krieger can be said to be the inevitability of accident, or the accident of inevitability. ...." Jurgen's expression became a little strange.

"Do you know what you are talking about? Major Jurgen." Randolph asked suspiciously with winking big eyes.

"Sorry, Lieutenant Colonel, because I really don't know what words to use to describe this." Jurgen replied with a wry smile.